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Cold water paints lines across my skin. I think it’s rising but not to occasion. I’m in a cave it’s so dark I can’t see my face reflected. How high is the water? It has the same temperature as the air. I breathe for now but as the water rises so does the risk of suffocation.
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
Water-painted lines
Cold water paints lines across my skin. I think it’s rising but not to occasion. I’m in a cave it’s so dark I can’t see my face reflected. How high is the water? It has the same temperature as the air. I breathe for now but as the water rises so does the risk of suffocation.
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
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